Spectator Sport

A kid who spits and stutters when he talks

Is scared to say a word

A girl who has to limp when she walks

Can never join the herds

And do we tell them they’re different

Or do we accept them for who they are?

You see the world from your front porch

Because changing your ways is just too hard

 

A spectator sport, a victim in need

A fly on the wall, that stays so weak

A stepped-over line

“Its not a problem of mine”

 

Fourteen dead in California

Just like in Paris it raises global questions

And they’re still looking for the answers

But what are they doing to find them?

We update statuses, and then forget it

They hold conferences, we give condolences

But we don’t offer solutions

‘Cause our caring goes as deep as an illusion

 

A spectator sport, a victim in need

A fly on the wall, that stays so weak

A stepped-over line

“Its not a problem of mine”

You continue the cycle, ride the bandwagon

Blend into the crowd

You’re not a human, you’re a mannequin

That stands on passive ground

 

“You must be the change that you wish to see in the world.” - {Mahatma Gandhi}

 

A spectator sport, a victim in need

A fly on the wall, that stays so weak

A stepped-over line

“Its not a problem of mine”

You continue the cycle, ride the bandwagon

Blend into the crowd

You’re not a human, you’re a mannequin

That stands on passive ground

 

A spectator sport.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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